Blogfolks! I've slept and been watered and yogaed and fed - ah, synapses are happening again now.

Over the past four days, I have:

- been called 'desperate' by an ex-lover who clearly resents not getting all my attention anymore. It was also warmly recommended that I 'get a life' and 'get over the boy-fixation because relationships are fucking overrated'.

It didn't hurt. Well, it did a little - for him.

- slipped on icy pavements, trudged in sludge, regretted wearing those boots.

- been enthusiastically encouraged by my mother to carry on with my dating activities.
It made me smile.

- seen Mandatearnold again, three times. Three times, Blogfoks! For some people, that's practically a relationship. He definitely doesn't deserve this stupid name and I apologise to all that is sacred and kind.
He cooked me dinner, told me I was pretty and made me laugh til I cried. I basked in his attention and went home feeling like a well-stroked cat.

- spent an afternoon in the National Gallery with a tall, blue-eyed, bushy-haired, shy individual. It was a lot of work getting more than monosyllabic sentences out of him. At the end of the afternoon, he made it clear - monosyllabically - that he was really quite into me.
I'm not sure what to do. See him again just to check that yes, I'd probably get bored with him?

- been surviving with a broken boiler. No heating, no hot water. I can tell you that cold showers in a very cold bathroom are one of the most depressing things to do at 6 am on a work day. Don't try it at home. Just don't.

Today, all is quiet on the dating front.  Batteries need to be charged up, work needs to be done. Be well, thank you for stopping by!